The night has ever belonged to you, my kin.

Now, as Vampire's Bane shudders under the encroaching shadow, so too does the sun's apex.

Crawl out from your caves, my kin.
Kick down your coffin doors.
Rise from your haunts.

And lay claim to the day.

Fall. Rise. Fall. Rise again. They cannot stop you. Show the world the power true liberation yields in darkness.

There is no time but now, my kin, to drain the world dry.

Do not deny yourselves your birthright.
Show the world to whom the night belongs.
Show the world to whom noon belongs.

Rake open the vein of creation and drink,
And do not stop until the fount pours naught but ash.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 23rd of Khepary, in the year 504 MA.